DISCLAIMER: All respective characters used in these drabbles are (c) to Rumiko Takahashi.
Summary: Sometimes hope can be found in the unlikeliest of places…(post-Naraku fic)
Somehow, it seemed so…
Maybe that wasn't the right word. After all, this was a place for those who had died in battle, not in peace or comfort. This was a place for sorrow, not for joy.
The young boy cast his thoughts back to the times when he'd visited the graveyard before. He'd always remembered it as a melancholy place. No matter how brightly the sun had shone, it had never been enough to dispel the bitter memories that haunted him. Even the soil was stained with sadness, reddened by the blood of fallen comrades. Lost friends. Former enemies. The smell of death still lingered in the air.
But not today.
Today the sun was barely visible. Yet somehow it felt warmer.
Today the earth was as silent as ever. But he could hear soft notes of birdsong drifting through the trees.
Today, his solitary offering was laid atop the graves, just the way it had always been. But today it was no longer solitary. Two others shared its place.
Today, it felt…different.
Something, somehow, was different.
The sound of a friendly voice brought the young boy out of his reverie. As he turned to greet the familiar figure a slow smile spread across his face.
Somehow, it seemed that hope could be found in the unlikeliest of places.
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